What suffering could ever lead to light?
Why not rip the darkness to shreds and let it burn apart
Why not kill the sickly beasts and let the Lion reign again
I am sick of Your children wandering off, my sisters and brothers, lost
To the eternal night, either slaughtered or tortured or left to rot
Their hearts full of the dark they once ceaselessly fought.
Spare me this sorrow and spare them this life
Full of distraught and terror and hate
Choking on oxygen riddled with poisons
Missing the clean air of grace.
You hold the power, the only truth left
To wipe out transgressions and sickness and death
Oh Child, you say to me, can you not see?
That’s exactly what I’m doing, and I start to breathe
It’s starting with you,
It’s starting with me?
Go show them the light, they must come to me freely.
All at once I understand
You are fighting the dark, you are holding my hand
I lost sight for a moment when the shadows crowded in
But I remember again; you were slain that we would be forgiven, and live!
That evil would perish instead.
